Posts Tagged 'mumford and sons'

We make plans. We build futures. We long to be living in a not too distant point in time when these things come to fruition or have been realised. We spend our time pouring over brochures, making selections, refining our grand designs and then working longer and sacrificing more in order to achieve the desires of our hearts. We build these palatial homes where we can feel secure, find sanctuary, enjoy the fruit of our labour. They can be temples to our success or status, little Babels of one sort or another.

We sit and unwind savouring our perfect sea view, enjoying the warmth whilst listening to the sound of the rain beating on the windows – content in our own seclusion from the world outside.

When the rains fall hard and the floods rise and the whole thing collapses around us in the midst of the storms of life, we realise with shock that we have built hollow kingdoms of dust – epitaphs to nothing much of substance. We recall tales of a wise man who built his house on a rock whilst a foolish man built on the sand. We always assumed we were the former and laughed at the latter. But, when we discover there is little depth or foundation, we lament with the writer of Ecclesiastes that everything is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

We discover we are destitute, a flood victim stripped of all our possessions. Naked. Blind. Poor. We recall stories of Jesus calming the storm and stilling the seas. We get angry at the inconsistency of a God who is seemingly able and who doesn’t seem to intervene at times. Our perception gets skewed and distorted.

I believe in a God who humbles the proud and calls us to see ourselves as we really are. I believe in a God who wants to make the, seemingly, pitiful beautiful – a God of rescue and restoration. A God who will give back to us the years that the locusts destroyed. A God of yesterday, today and tomorrow. A God of hope. A God of fresh beginnings.

“So come out of your cave walking on your hands.
And see the world hanging upside down.
You can understand dependence
When you know the Maker’s hand.

So make your siren’s call
And sing all you want.
I will not hear what you have to say.

Cause I need freedom now.
And I need to know how.
To live my life as it’s meant to be.

And I will hold on hope.
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck.

And I’ll find strength in pain.
And I will change my ways.
I’ll know my name as it’s called again”.

"The priest in the booth had a photographic memory for all he had heard.
He took all of my sins and he wrote a pocket novel called "The State That I'm In"".
From "The State I Am In" by Belle and Sebastian

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